not the animal. But a Hug and Kiss.
O, the emptiness. X marking the spot.
O, the shape of your head, shrinking in the rearview, out of sight.
and X, your arms crossing over my shoulders as I go,
before I pull away.
OX XOXO XXX XOXO
and I pull away.
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And ox for protection and strength. And for x marks the spot.
Y is for questions. The scar.
X is for memory. Here. And here. And here.
Even if here becomes there. Or there becomes here.
Or if neither becomes either.
The x still marks the spot, the memory. us.
oh, and ignore the 'patrick,' as that's my only Google account, from school.
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